I am a grumpy old man. Yep, that's me.
But I try not to let it show too much, too often. Not much point to making anyone else grumpy as well, now is there? Helps make blogging harder, that it does. After all, wouldn't be fair to go on about how evil and wrong something is when I'm really not upset at whatever it is, it just happens to be a convenient target for grumpiness generated elsewhere. Can't be having that, wouldn't be proper and such. Must only rant about things that are worthy of ranting about, grumpiness must be spent on an appropriate target. Must be fair and all.
So in between pondering if a particualr topic is something that I don't like or just something I can yell about, I get distracted (oooh, pretty lights) and nothing gets written. So no falling off the face of the world here, at least not yet. Which is probably a bad thing, some falling might do some good.
And for those that might try and say I'm not a grumpy old man: If you want to say I'm not a man, fine, I can work with that. Last time I checked (which just happened to be as I write this) I have the appropriate parts to be considered male. But I can see where male might not mean man, so if you want to argue that one I won't argue back. As for old, well grumpy young man doesn't sound nearly as good. Age (at least in the sense of old/young) is relative, and mostly a frame of mind. I feel old, so the number of years I am isn't relevant. Which leaves grumpy... Bah Humbug is really all there is to say about that.